Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.